Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

Her Blood Is Settled, And Her Joints Are Stiff; Life And These Lips Have Long Been Separated: Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost Upon The Sweetest Flower Of All The Field.

Tax Not So Bad A Voice To Slander Music Any More Than Once.

Though Patience Be A Tired Mare, Yet She Will Plod.

O, Teach Me How You Look, And With What Art You Sway The Motion Of Demetrius' Heart."-helena

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.